Is It Karma or Irony Who Broke My Blog, the Dirty Whore?
The blog has been down for approximately the last seventeen hours. I have no idea why. I emailed the tech guy and he fixed it. Everyone send him peace, love, and bacon for fixing the blog so it no longer shows “Page Load Error.” I loathe “Page Load Error.” It can kiss my left low-hanger of an honorary testicle and then curl up there and slowly suffocate in ball sweat.
In other less infuriating news, I went to my first writing class last night. It was awesome. I presented the Martin story, which received encouraging feedback. It’s amazing to see how we’re already helping each other. One very sweet soft-spoken women told me I’m helping her get in touch with her inner bitch, which she had been having a hard time doing for her protagonist. She even cursed. It was a big deal. There’s also a middle-aged mother there who wants to write about being a single mother of two teenage boys, both of whom hate her (as is the teenager’s way). I had been having a hard time figuring what kind of character Martin’s mother would be, and this woman is perfect for the story. The professor had us write monologues and then read them aloud. It sounded like Martin and this mother were speaking to each other across the table. I am very excited to see what comes out of the writing class over the next couple months.
